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As purveyors of overinflated vocablaries, Liz, Drew and I have been going back and forth today with exercises in nonsensicality. It's been so entertaining, I thought I'd bring it to the table at large and see what else you could come up with. Blogging! It's so postmodern! Imagine getting a letter that read something like the following:


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Drew
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I am. its the implied agreement that line items me. please take on 1420's for your files. thank you. Contractually speaking of. Course.
Liz.
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Allegoricaly speaking,
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Monopolizing on for Samoas and Thin Mints,
Amanda
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And now the batton is passed on to you, fair reader. Confuse the hell out of me.